Under the Sturgeon Moon

My first visit to Yosemite felt like an exhale I didn’t know I’d been holding. Decompressing in nature under the soft glow of the sturgeon full moon, I was wrapped in the quiet magic of new, blossoming love. It was exactly the kind of space I’ve been craving, a place to slow down, to listen, and to reflect on the abundance already woven through my life.

There’s something about being out there, surrounded by ancient rock and endless sky, that makes you take stock. Where I’ve been. What I’m doing. Where I’d like to go next. We tell ourselves change takes time, but the truth is, change happens the moment you decide. We don’t need more time; we need a shift in being.

I think about the infinite versions of ourselves, each one living a life shaped by a different choice. One gentle pivot and the entire story unfolds differently.

Today, as I sit with that truth, I also celebrate 3 years in San Francisco. A city that has shaped me into versions of myself I never imagined. Softer. More subtle. Deeply present. San Francisco has challenged me harder than any place I’ve ever been, and yet through that challenge, I’ve emerged with a wider mind, a more curious presence, and a heart that meets the world with greater compassion.

Three years in a city that brought me home to me.

Three years of growth, grief, joy, and everything in between.

It’s been an incredible ride, and I’m more excited than ever for what’s next.

Stay tuned.